Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Laos and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Second Layer to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
EPMD,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.